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Brett Talbot Imagine~I have to cut!

Requested by: Cupcakjes

Words: 2.283

Warning: sadness, self-harm, depression, fluff (I still don't think fluff is a warning but whatever)

Request: Could you do an imagine where the reader who is called Freya she is human and she is Brett's girlfriend. She became depressed and cuts but Brett doesn't know about it. He finds it out and he is really worried about her. He tries to help her but she is stubborn. I know it isn't really good but maybe you can make it better? Oh and Brett can get along with the others. Except Liam but that doesn't matter. Well I did my best and I hope you like it!

Freya's POV.

I'm lying on my bed listening to music. Brett is again gone with the pack. Well he asked someone to babysit me so now Liam is downstairs. He had to babysit you. Just to make sure nothing happened while he was gone. Liam couldn't really help and he does it for Scott. I think he wouldn't do it for Brett. Brett does that every time he is away. Most of the time it is someone else who has to babysit me. So to make sure you had your privacy your room was made notice free. First Brett thought it was too dangerous but then I told him that every time he was at my house someone could hear everything. He didn't want that to happen.

I cut. I harm myself. But I can convince Brett that it's the cat from the neighbours. And most of the time he doesn't see all of my scars. Most of my scars are on my leg and to hide that I have my jeans. Brett is most of the time away. And I get it but sometimes I just need him and then he isn't there. I started cutting when Brett broke up with me. Not only because of that. Scott thought that it was smart to stay away from me. Just to keep me away. So everyone in the pack did that. And when you suddenly lose all of your friends you're feeling really sad. You feel a huge whole in the place where your heart is supposed to be. It hurts that bad that even breathing is difficult. Later he told me everything and we got back together but the pain never left. The terrible thought about that I would lose him again are still in my head. Brett never found out about your cutting but he did notice that I got a bit more quiet. Gladly I learned to hide my pain and to put a fake smile on. By thinking about everything the pain starts getting worse. Being with Brett also makes it worse. I love him! I really do! But on some way every time I see him I remember the pain.

I get of my bed and I grab my scissor. I put it immediately in my skin. Freya!" Liam calls and I throw my scissor away. I turn around and he stands in the doorway. "Liam," I say. "Is that blood that I smell?" he asks. "The smell of blood is probably still in your nose from your bleeding nose," I tell him. "That sounds... Logic," he says and he walks away. I close the door behind him. Most of the time he can't smell it but I just forgot to close my door. I also close my window and I grab my scissor. I go back to my bed and I put the scissor in my skin, again. I make one long deep cut. "Freya, Brett is almost here!" Liam calls. I run to the bathroom and I grab a towel. I also grab my deodorant and I put it everywhere where you could smell blood. My wound dried and I throw my towel in the bathtub. I run downstairs but I trip and I fall downstairs. Just before I'm going to hit the ground Brett catches me. "Hey," I say. He puts me back on the ground. "Are you alright?" he asks concerned. "I'm fine. Thanks to you," I say and I kiss him. "You know that we are standing here too. Like the whole time," Stiles says. Is mile during the kiss and after that we stop kissing. "How did it go?" I ask. He puts his arm around my waist and we look at the others. "Well some wolves really know how to kick some asses," Stiles says. "Why am I the one who always miss that," Liam says. "Because when you are with us we most of the time almost die," Stiles says. Brett smiles and starts kissing me again. "Well that is our cue... So goodbye," Liam says and they walk away. I hear the door close and Brett stops kissing me. "Do you want to see a movie?" he asks. "Sounds fun. But I do have to... Uhm... Clean my room because it's messy," I say and I run upstairs. I grab the scissor and I clean it. I make the towel wet so the smell disappears. I also clean the blood drops I missed. I run back into my room but Brett is already sitting on my bed. I jump and I squill. He starts laughing. "It isn't that messy," he says. "This isn't funny," I say. "And I need to change my clothes." "Don't worry. I won't look," he says and he turns around. I change into my pj's but my pants are too short to hide my scars. "Are you ready?" he asks. "Not yet!" I say. I grab a sweatpants and I put it on. I jump on the bed and I fall next to him. "Now I'm ready," I say. "Those sweatpants look sexy on you," he says. "Very funny," I say. He grabs me laptop. "So what movie are we going to watch?" he asks. "I thought about... Fast and furious 7," I say. He looks to me with 'are you serious?' look. "What? It never gets old. We also could watch Mean Girls," I say. "Fast and furious it is," he says and I put it on. I put my head on his chest but I listen more to his heartbeat then the movie.